play god [mal]

[malcolm calan clark]

Malcolm drifted in the water, feigning nonchalance, though her was a bit irritated with her games. It rarely took him this much work to seal the deal, or at least a snog. Brigh mentioned that the slogan was from Vegas and he shrugged, ”Hm, never heard of that place..” he lied, playfully. Obviously he'd heard of Vegas but he'd never had the opportunity to go...yet. Malcolm could feel the sexual tension growing between them. Brigh continued stringing him along, so he continued the thrill of the chase, since she hadn’t entirely dismissed him yet. The playful little look that danced across her face had him convinced it was a game.

The distance between them grew, though he still felt a magnetic connection drawing him in. He was over the playful banter, he'd need more alcohol to continue much longer. Mal treaded water, the depths below much cooler the deeper they drifted out. Mal allowed himself to float, taking a moment to admire the sky. He wasn't a sky guy though.

Mal brought his attention back to the main situation, "So, you're just a tease, no?" he asked in confirmation, hazel eyes looking her over with a challenging look as he dripped with confidence. Malcolm bit down on his lip with knowing smile as he looked her up and down from afar.

BRÍGH ENNIS O'DALAIGH

[BRÍGH ENNIS O'DALAIGH]

Brígh smirked at Mal's playful response. "Of course not," she replied smoothly. But even with every meter she put between them, the magnetism didn't dissipate. They stood on a precipice, one foot over the yawning chasm into debauchery. Brígh could let herself fall, or pick herself back up and onto safer ground. She watched Mal closely as he floated, her eyes grazing over his magnificent form. She knew men like him. She had known many men like him. But that didn't stop her from being attracted to the wrong sort. Aidan had stopped that. Aidan had proven that she could choose right.

Working her legs, Brígh returned so that she was right before Mal. He towered over her, and despite her rather average height, Brígh felt dwarfed, pinned beneath his challenging stare. She offered him a sweet little smile. "Just a tease," she confirmed, though her hand slunk around the back of his neck and she pulled herself up to kiss his cheek. "Dream a little dream of me, Clark," said Brígh, shifting away from him. In moments, she'd returned to the shore, tugged her golden dress over her head and trotted back towards the hotel she was staying, making a conscious effort not to look back at the man who had almost ruined her.

[end brígh]
malcolm calan clark

[malcolm calan clark]

Mal watched Brigh carefully as she swam straight up to him with a rather competitive look. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled herself upwards to kiss him on the cheek. The sneaky redhead quickly pulled away, bidding him farewell by telling him to dream of her. More like in his actual nightmares... His insides were steaming. He wasn't sure if it was from irritation or arousal, regardless, she left him in the Mediterranean Sea on his own to ponder their interaction.

After Brigh disappeared from the beach, he magically dried himself off and shrugged his crumpled pile of clothes on before heading back to the bar. Mal suspected that there would be a sock on the door if he decided to return to the flat at that time so he figured he could get his mind right again after dealing with Brigh 'The Tease' O'Dalaigh.

[close Mal]
BRÍGH ENNIS O'DALAIGH